Episode 9: The Beginning of the World War: The Seizure of Kontra Territory

Episode 9: Imperial Rebellion And Pill Auction

Burakkuhōru tamashī tensei: Kyōju no tamashī ga i sekai ni suikomareru IX

Part 9A: The Imperial Rebellion

After officially declaring war on the CAPAPASTAF alliance, Draven immediately took action. He targeted the guards and inhabitants of the island. With his newly awakened Atherish (soul and will resonance) control ability, Draven only needed to stand still. Atherish flowed out of him, dominating the space and touching the consciousness of everyone around him. Those who initially felt annoyed or hated Draven immediately became completely subservient; their minds and souls were controlled.

Draven then sent orders to his new army to collect all Quts crystals and Quts bones ready to be taken off the island. He extracted the Quts bones into a pure liquid form that could be drunk for cultivation and injected it directly into the bodies of his soldiers, along with Quts crystals that were absorbed to increase their power, capacity, and resilience.

In this process, Draven realized that his power to manipulate Atherish was not limited to himself, but could be extended to many targets simultaneously. He used this new understanding to shorten the Quts absorption process, which normally took 1/2 Virg, into a forced process lasting 3 Liu (equivalent to 1.5 Earth weeks).

During just one intensive and relentless Liu, hundreds to thousands of slaves had already reached Level 70s. His core army now totaled 12 Battalions (equivalent to 18,000 soldiers or one division), all with a brutal Quts-flow. Draven himself, after leading and absorbing the remaining Quts from this brutal process, reached his peak: Level 99 Kilyasyiq Haosyin, with a majestic aura and commands radiating unparalleled Atherish control.

He stood on a hill, observing his core army, which now totaled 120,000 Level 75 soldiers (6 Divisions, 20,000 troops/division, 72 Battalions in total). Draven then delivered a fiery speech, a speech designed to manipulate their Rish, etching promises of freedom from years of perceived unjust slavery, and reinforcing his will to control them.

"My mighty army, today we stand on the brink of a great revolution! We will no longer be silent witnesses to neglected justice and rampant tyranny. We will be agents of change, eradicators of oppression, and builders of a new and just future!

Look at the world around us! Those in power in the Aehin Kontra have betrayed us all. They have oppressed us, ignored our rights, and stolen our future! They stand atop their golden mountain, while we struggle to survive below. Today, we will shake their world! We will not let them continue their oppression. We will reclaim what is rightfully ours, we will tear down the walls of injustice they have built. Together, we will create a world where everyone has equal opportunities, where every voice is heard, where justice belongs to everyone. Remember, my warriors, our strength lies not only in the weapons we carry, but also in our beliefs. We fight not just for ourselves, but for all those who have been wronged. We are the beacon of hope for the oppressed, the sword of truth that will shatter lies. As we march into battle, remember what we fight for. Remember those who have fallen under oppression, those who have lost everything. With each step we take, with each enemy we face, we come closer to the world we dream of. Nothing can stop us! The Kontra Empire may have the strongest forces, but they do not have justice on their side. We are the unstoppable wave of change. We are the storm that will sweep away injustice from the face of this earth! Prepare yourselves, my army! We will show the world that justice always prevails! We will show that courage and spirit cannot be defeated by tyrannical power! Together, we will achieve victory, we will make history! March with confidence, march with courage, and march with the belief that we hold the key to a better future! For justice! For freedom! For victory!" Draven exclaimed with fervor.

"For justice! For freedom! For victory!" the entire army replied in unison.

After Draven's long speech, the entire army boarded large ships, sailing across the Aerca Ocean.

Penetrating the Orange Quts Zone (Equivalent to Kilyasyiq Tǎocain - Great Master):

Draven and his armada had to travel 50,961.80 kilometers from the Demon/Va Island in the northeast to Kontra in the north. This journey was an expedition that showed the scale of Draven's ambition, but it was far more dangerous than it appeared.

Their shipping route cut through the territories of sea creatures with Orange-tier Quts—giant creatures equivalent to Level 80 Kilyasyiq Tǎocain with billions of Quts, which should have easily annihilated Draven's army, averaging Level 75. These creatures were natural guardians of the sea and would have been a perfect early warning for the CAPAPASTAF Alliance.

However, Draven's control over Atherish at Level 99 had reached temporal supremacy. He enveloped every ship and soldier in a distorted soul resonance, creating a perfect Quts blind spot. By exerting a small fraction of his Level 99 energy, Draven forced his Atherish to suspend detection (temporal distortion), inducing a collective illusion on the Orange Quts creatures. The giant creatures perceived Draven's armada as ordinary natural phenomena, or even non-existent. CAPAPASTAF's detection was also fooled.

In the two kingdoms, Usra and Mendra, people felt the aggressive aura and Quts ripples from the large armada led by Draven, but no formal detection signals were ever sent.

This massive journey ended when Draven's armada arrived in Kontra territory, after passing through the Laodi Strait.

Meanwhile, Battle Raged On

Draven's armada arrived in southern Kontra territory. One million Kontra soldiers were deployed against Draven's 100,000 Level 75 troops. Despite being outnumbered, Draven's forces, with their level advantage and the forced madness induced by Atherish, began a battle that lasted seven days and seven nights.

CAPAPASTAF Detection Obstructed:

Coinciding with the start of the Grand Auction, Draven used his full control over Level 99 Atherish. He enveloped his armada in a distorted soul resonance, creating a Quts blind spot that deceived CAPAPASTAF's long-range defense systems. The high-ranking members of the Alliance Council were too preoccupied with auction affairs and internal political matters in the alliance capital to divert full detection resources to Kontra.

The war was a systematic slaughter. The southern coastal regions of Kontra were engulfed in flames. Draven's forces advanced deeper, causing massive destruction. After seven days, half of Kontra had become a sea of fire. They finally reached the capital.

Draven entered the palace and found his father staring at the chaotic state of the empire.

"Now, who is weak, father?" Draven said coldly. "I have reached Level 99 Kilyasyiq Haosyin, while you are still at Level 70 Kilyasyiq Yaohan," he added, mocking.

Then, Draven immediately stabbed his father to death.

"Now the power of Kontra is in our hands, I am the new emperor. We will become a superpower!" Draven proclaimed.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!" shouted the soldiers.

Their madness had not ended. Some captured women were made objects of sexual gratification, men were enslaved, and children became victims. The formerly peaceful Kontra Empire instantly transformed into a dangerous place full of blood and fire. They intended to commit cruel acts against Ran Yoezi, a member of the CAPAPASTAF Kontra Council, upon her return from the auction.

Part 9B: The Pill Auction

While the brutal war in the Kontra Empire raged for seven days and seven nights, in Aevuin (Capital City) of Ownitra, Aehuin Ltiktra, thousands of eyes gazed upon a stage layered with blue crystals. Amidst the nobles and CAPAPASTAF members, magical auras mingled with the faint scent of incense.

Yorian and Ariana sat in the middle row, awaiting their turn for the Spiritual Fire Core auction. Ariana—small, with silver hair, her feet barely touching the floor of the chair—gazed in admiration at a tall, silver-haired woman in front. The woman's light-blue gown shimmered under the crystal light. Ran Yoezi, CAPAPASTAF's Second Secretary, stood with an elegant yet firm demeanor, contrasting with the petite figures of the Aerca nobles around her.

Ariana gently tugged at the sleeve of his black suit.

"Brother," she whispered softly, "I rarely see anyone as tall as you. 177 cm already looks like a giant here."

She paused, then tilted her head.

"But... that girl in front—if I quickly calculate with the Pythagorean theorem from our chair's viewpoint—she's about 192 cm tall. How can she be so tall?"

Yorian looked in the same direction, his heterochromatic eyes—right gold, left violet— narrowing slightly before he smiled faintly.

"She's from Kontra, Ari. People there live in the north, a place with low air pressure, high mountains, and slightly lighter gravity. Their bodies evolved to withstand extreme weather and walk on rocky hills. So it's natural for them to be tall and muscular."

He bent down slightly, looking at Ariana with a gentle expression.

"You can also grow tall later if you keep training and maintain your Quts-flow."

Ariana pouted her lips.

"So I have to move north to get tall, huh?"

"If you can withstand minus seventy degrees Celsius," Yorian replied casually.

Ariana immediately looked down. "...I'll rethink that."

Yorian chuckled, but the smile soon vanished as he noticed something from Yoezi's aura—an incredibly pure Quts power of water, calm yet deep like a frozen ocean.

He murmured, "Not just tall, but also strong... she's no ordinary human, Ari."

After answering Ariana's adorable question, Yorian brought out a capsule containing a Level 11 Pill with unprecedented power. This pill had the ability to help someone break through from Level 100 to Level 150, astounding the auctioneer with its immense capabilities.

At the auction, Yorian also saw other extraordinary items, such as armor made from 0.1% nuclear paste, an incredibly hard material, an ancient sword with powerful fire elements, and many more.

Yorian spotted an auction item perfectly suited for fire attribute users like Ariana. The item was a Spiritual Fire Core of plasma red color named Heicain Maoyoesu (Holy Semi-Plasma Fire). This fire core served to upgrade Ariana's Fire attribute (Heicain) from Fire (Ma) level to level 3 (Maoyoesu). Just as Yorian was about to win it, Yanwe, who was also a user of the Heicain Yooy Oyyo (Smoke Fog Fire) attribute, from the Kingdom began bidding. They exchanged bids.

"4 Billion Tuqs," Yorian bid. "7 Billion Tuqs," Yanwe bid. "It's taking too long, brother, 10 Billion Tuqs!" Ariana interjected. "Alright... 10 Billion Tuqs!"

Finally, Yorian won with a total price of 10 billion Tuqs.

Yorian breathed a sigh of relief as the auctioneer's gavel struck. He had just spent 10 billion Tuqs for a Fire Core—or at least, a pair of cores, as Heicain Maoyoesu usually came in pairs.

"Seriously? Just for a Fire Core that ended up in the hands of... that short girl?"

The sharp voice belonged to Yanwe, who walked past Yorian. Yanwe, wearing an elegant purple silk gown, seemed annoyed at being defeated. However, when her gaze met Yorian's, her annoyed expression quickly softened into a mysterious smile.

Ariana, sitting next to Yorian, immediately looked up (or at least, she tried to look up as far as she could from a chair too high for her). "Hey! Don't call me short! I'm just compact! And, for your information, this Fire Core suits me better than your Heicain Yooy Oyyo that just pollutes the air!"

Yanwe turned back, her sapphire-blue eyes looking down at Ariana. "Oh, really? Princess Fire here thinks she's the most suitable? We'll see who reaches Level 100 first, Miss Compact."

Yanwe then shifted her attention back to Yorian, giving him a meaningful look, as if to say, "Next time, Mr. Yorian, don't win so quickly. I enjoy competing with you." She gave a faint smile before walking away, leaving Yorian rubbing his temples.

Ariana leaned back against Yorian, grinning triumphantly. "See? She's jealous. Thank you, Brother Yorian. I promise I'll use this item to quickly catch up to her level!"

Yorian could only offer a wry smile. "Whatever you two want. The important thing is your Quts-Flow remains stable."

After Yorian successfully obtained the Heicain Maoyoesu for Ariana, his item was put up for auction. Initially, no one was interested, thinking it was just an ordinary pill. However, after the seal was opened, everyone was shocked by the immense energy within the pill.

The pill's effect, capable of surpassing Level 100, led to 10 CAPAPASTAF Council members bidding against each other. When the gavel struck to close the auction for the Level 11 Pill, the air in the hall instantly froze. The final value: 10 quadrillion Tuqs—a figure that made many heads spin. In Yorian's mind, that figure immediately converted; 10 quadrillion Tuqs = 50 gigatons of gold, equivalent to $683.2 quadrillion USD according to his old world's exchange rate on 19/10/2025. He was stunned—that was about 683,200x the GDP of a major collapsed country (USA) in 2032 according to his calculations. The numbers felt impossible; that auction was not just a transaction, but an economic earthquake.

The leader of CAPAPASTAF, Ying Haosheng, raised his hand as the winner—a surge of awe rolled through the hall. The invited guests cheered, then one by one dispersed, leaving the hall with bags full of momentous decisions.

Yorian waited until the crowd thinned. He then approached the organizer's table, looking at the man in the suit who seemed to be slyly suppressing a smile. Without preamble, Yorian offered his name as the item's provider.

"Excuse me," he said softly. "The auction money."

The organizer blinked for a moment, searching for an excuse. Several hands began to reach into pockets, faces at the table looked busy—it was clear there was a temptation for petty corruption among them.

Yorian leaned forward, his voice turning cold yet clear, like a professor quoting hundreds of legal articles:

"Any auction involving intercontinental resources, sacred-tier artifacts, or arcanum-tier medicine must adhere to Aerca Pinot Article 72 regarding Asset Distribution and Transparency."

His words were like a second gavel striking in the hall. The organizer froze. Among them, some people looked pale—not because of the amount of money, but because someone in the common rows knew the intricacies of the continental constitution.

"Alright, alright... yes, young man," the organizer mumbled, his voice trembling with shame. "I will give 60%... so—600 trillion Tuqs."

"And according to Article 72 of Aerca Pinot, it should be 60%, not 6%," Yorian interrupted the organizer's speech in an annoyed tone. "So it should be 6 quadrillion! Didn't you go to school? How can you not calculate percentages?"

The organizer's face went from pale to ghostly white. His mouth hung open, unable to form a coherent reply, clearly caught in his clumsy attempt at corruption and ridiculed for his basic math skills by a young man. Yorian had just exposed a colossal financial discrepancy and the organizer's intellectual shortcomings with a single, biting remark.

Amidst the administrative tension, the nobles returned to their vehicles, clutching contracts and new plans. The auction was over. But its impact spread further than mere money.

In the north, news of fire and clashing weapons began to reach the far ends of communication networks. Ran Yoezi, who had just witnessed the auction results, received a secret message that changed the color of her face. She left the hall without a word—her quick steps indicating that something darker had begun.

Traveling at 0.5052% the speed of light (1.51 million km/h), Yoezi briefly witnessed what she saw. From the coast, she could already see that the color of the imperial grass in the south (which was once green had now turned barren).

As she sped on, she saw more destruction of important provinces like Aevin Goril (Trade), Aevin Nagnag (Food), Aevin Waoquts (Frozilx Headquarters), and even Aevan Ranxara (the Capital) had suffered great destruction.

Yoezi arrived at the imperial palace. She broke down the door and saw rebel (insurgent) troops guarding inside. She easily made their blood (which contains water) solidify until they bled out and died.

She then went upstairs and loudly kicked (in an axe kick style), revealing her half-brother, Draven, sitting on the emperor's throne with her father's head impaled on an iron rod behind him like a human head-flavored lollipop. (PS: "Come to think of it, what does that taste like?")

Yoezi was shocked by the barbarity of her half-brother.

"You damned Va descendant! Not only are you cursed, but you killed your own father? You bastard!" Yoezi exclaimed, on the verge of tears but trying to remain calm and focused.

"Ah, who cares? This is normal in imperial politics, and it seems only the two of us from the Ran clan are left," Draven said casually.

"Don't tell me... you massacred the whole clan too?" Yoezi said nervously.

"Yes, the whole clan. Is there anything wrong with that? Besides, we just need to get married, what's so hard about that?" Draven provoked with a cold tone.

"Ugh, disgusting. Who are you? You won't be able to do anything to my body before you can even fight me," Yoezi said, already thinking the worst.

"I'm actually not interested in your body, which is often called perfect, but your words are an invitation to fight, aren't they?" Draven said, easily teleporting them both to an empty field.

"Are you crazy to want to fight me? Your answer about marriage was already weird, now you want to challenge someone Level 100 with your Level 99?" Yoezi said, annoyed and exasperated by this strangeness.

"Enough with the babbling, you'll be my doll," Draven provoked while launching a psychic attack.

"You damned demon, you think you can easily use my body," Yoezi retorted, successfully dodging Draven's attack.

"Hmph, typical negative girl," Draven said, manipulating the surrounding space (Yoezi's mind).

"Hey?! Where are you taking us now, huh?" Yoezi said, getting more annoyed and attacking with sharp, high-pressure water.

"Your attacks are useless, sexy sister," Draven said casually, stopping Yoezi's attack and deflecting it back at Yoezi, injuring her.

"Can you stop! You've killed almost an entire clan, and now you're toying with me and disrespecting me, you damned lewd demon!" Yoezi grew even more furious, brutally attacking Draven with (thousands, millions, it was so many) ice spikes.

'It's so easy to make this foolish girl emotional,' Draven laughed inwardly.

Draven easily stopped Yoezi's attack, even destroying all the ice spikes she created, while Yoezi was exhausted, running out of Quts, and mentally defeated.

"Any last words before you become my doll?" Draven asked.

"I won't serve you, you perve—" Yoezi said before her consciousness faded after being hit by a mental attack.

"Good thing you're easily emotional, so your strength against psychic attributes decreases. Otherwise, I would have struggled against you. Alright, it's time to change the core values of Yoezi's soul," Draven said, then teleported himself and Yoezi to a room.

There, Draven used his psychic ability to enter Yoezi's mind, dismantling all the information in her brain, replacing it with new data, then reorganizing it and restoring Yoezi's consciousness. He also took important information about CAPAPASTAF.

"Uh..." Yoezi said. "You're finally awake, sister," Draven said with a smile. "Uh, who are you?" "You've been in a coma for 10 years, I'm Draven." "Huh, 10 years?! Heavens! How are you? And where are Yorian and his backers? He dared to attack my beloved younger brother, if I hadn't been in a coma, I might have asked Aehuin Ltiktra to hand over that damned boy here," Yoezi said, worried and finally annoyed. "I'm already Level 99, sister, and how about we find Yorian and his allies? We're more than enough," Draven said. "Huh?! My younger brother is this strong now, congratulations, little brother. I couldn't see your development because of him, that damn guy. Okay, we'll go to Ltiktra to find that damned boy," Yoezi said.

Finally, Yoezi left, although she felt strange about the chaotic state of the empire, but in her mind, there was only revenge for her brother.